Written by lainie at 07:54 PM on January 1, 2004.

I'm not actually into the whole New Year scene, but damn if it isn't a good excuse to get drunk and have fun (not that I actually need an excuse, but anyway, moving on).

Last night my New Year started off as a version of my worst nightmare. First we went clubbing in Y2K (this club with bad music, I hate this place, spread my butt cheeks and kiss my ass sort of hate level). Went there cause Daph and Sasa were there with some friends and wanted to do the countdown there. What a joyful surprise I had when I arrived at the club with Rach and Logan. Or maybe I'm mistaking the heart palpitations I got when I saw Daph's table filled with my father's friends for joy.

Spent the half hour there pretending to be an invisible entity who likes whiskey while waiting for the countdown. Please, don't remember me and tell my father when I see these people during Chinese New Year (rolls agnostic eyes heavenward, because, you know, it might just work).

As I was leaving Y2K after the countdown, I noticed a huge crowd which might have included some people I didn't want to see me leaving that awful place. Soooooo

Mission Objective 1: Do not be spotted by people. Do not attract attention.

Mission Objective 1 got flushed down the toilet. I was holding on to this bunch of helium balloons tied outside the club when Logan came up, cut the strings, and left me with a confused look on my face as I held on to the now stolen helium balloons. Then, to help me even more, he tied it like a ring around my finger and made me walk to the car (which was parked-super far away) with them. Well, I did say I wanted them, so my bad I suppose. I didn't want the attention hahaha.
You try and walk in a crowd as the only idiot with a big helium balloon bouquet while everyone around you is trying to act cool. Oh great. Rachel was drunk by then. I didn't notice till I realised she wasn't walking straight. I was sober, and even if I wasn't the balloons would have, especially since right after I had them I saw a big bunch of ex-schoolmates (who probably don't think well of me, but feck em).

After that, went to a dodgy karaoke bar (met up with Aloysius too). Had some fun there. Dodgy because when I entered the ladies, there were two girls there alternating between snorting cocaine and layering on more tacky make-up. Absolutely charming. Then we hung around the dancefloor, which was practically empty, easily less than 10 people. It was dark and we couldn't really see anyone, which wasn't exactly a bad thing.

One was a gay couple so fucked on drugs I'm not sure they had any idea what they were trying to do on the dancefloor, since none of us did.
Another couple was having sex. Even more darling than the coke heads, for sure. I could feel my goosebumps fall off my arms and run off when that guy turned around to stare at us while he was humping the girl.
Then another old man with a GRO, slow dancing to techno music. Hmm, let's not even go there, yes?

We ended up back in our karaoke room pretty fast (not hard to figure out why huh). There it was fun, especially after the older crowd (Daph's parents and their friends) left, because I loosened up more (or maybe it was the alcohol, we had plenty of whiskey and beer). Drank, laughed and sang songs like Jambalaya, No Woman No Cry, Obla-di Obla-da and umm....I don't know, I'd had a few beers by then haha...We couldn't stop laughing because Sasa (Daphne's sister) used up the helium balloons so sing Lady Marmalade (oh come on, you guys know what helium balloons do right? That's why I said I wanted them). She sounded like a four year old chipmunk offering sex. Very funny girl, I nearly died from laughter. That was a very long song for me to laugh continuously to, she damned near killed all of us!

We were pretty pissed by then. If I remember correctly, after they turned off the karaoke system (*sing* closing time, time for you to go out to the places bla bla bla -Semisonic song ) we were still singing into the mikes. I was pretty high by then, so everything's pretty hazy from here.

We stood outside the karaoke, accidentally broke a beer bottle, sang a lot, waved to strangers and yelled Happy New Year to them. Logan and Rach were sober by now and worried we'd say something and piss people off. We made so much of noise.
Daphne kept singing "Ipoh mali, takda sombong" to the song When the Saints come Marching In.
(Ipoh mali = People who come from Ipoh, takda sombong = not proud / haughty).
Catchy

We drove off to some hawker's centre after that, and Sasa, Daph and I had some more beers. Rach told me Logan was a bit angry that I got so drunk (I was barely *drunk*, don't let the redness deceive, yo). Hahaha, I hate to be controlled, and therefore am very hard to. I remember Daph punching Aloysius in the balls a few times, that had to hurt, and she burned Sasa with a ciggie (I'm just glad I wasn't sitting next to her). We sang a lot there and made plenty of noise (again).

Oh yeah, on the drive to the hawker's centre we saw some skaters mucking round with their skates on the main street and we stuck our heads down and started singing (loudly and no doubt, badly) Avril Lavigne's Skater Boy song. They didn't take it too well, spoilsports!

Someone pointed out to me today (cause I'm sober) that I shouldn't have agreed to let Sasa drink till she was so high (but hey, it was fun! Lady Marmalade chipmunk!) because she's underaged (fourteen). Ah hell, kids are supposed to be maturing faster now anyway so what the heck.

I don't have a hangover. My life's good that way, I've ony had two hangovers in my life, and they only lasted till lunchtime.

Finally the night ended (well, it was morning, but anyway) and we went home (Aloy and Logan, the only two guys, stayed sober so they drove). Have to remember to thank Aloy too, haven't seen him yet. So it didn't start off too well (Y2K club, dodgy karaoke) but it went great after that (fun karaoke, helium, alcohol yada yada).
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Written by lainie at 08:02 PM on January 3, 2004.

Just came back from a really fun roadtrip, we spent the journey home taking photographs and videos. Rach is now the owner of a blackmail video of us faking self-molestation. I need to steal that video from her haha....Logan was driving me, Daph, and Rach. I don't know how he survived it. We were tit-grabbing while singing to songs by the likes of Outkast, Jack Johnson and Ali G. Then we meowed our way home (there are so many variants...Bitchy cat, stupid cat, cat on heat, adorable cat, yada yada...We looked absolutely ratty because we woke up late and didn't shower. It's a miracle we didn't stink up the car (well, actually, after a break from driving when we climbed back into Daph's car I asked why I smelled alcohol, and apparently it was coming from us).

Daphne wanted to pretend we were driving home to California, but I think all the palm trees plantations and outhouses along the way sort of killed it. Ah well..

Anyway, as usual, this was a spontaneous roadtrip to KL (I told my mom on the way outta the house, easier that way). I don't even remember planning a trip anymore. I can hardly remember what happened...I went to a doctor to try and pick up a fake medical record (long story, explain another time), but that didn't work out. I was a bit disappointed but hell, went to crash out at Josie's place after that (Daphne and Aloy went to Daph's place to help her move out, Logan and Rach went shopping, I went on my medical record agenda).

Later in the night we went to this restaurant, Tarbush, on Bukit Bintang road (this is one of the better known streets in Malaysia, with a lot of malls, and close to a hell of a lotta famous food). It's a mediterranean restaurant, and we had hommus (which was okaaaaaaay, nothing too impressive) and the mixed grill (which was absolutely fabulous, five times over). I'm not sure what they marinade the meat in, but it had some nice spice flavour, and the shish kebab was delicious too. Very strong flavours.

After pigging out we did something slightly tacky. We went into a hotel, Rach and Daph pretended they wanted to get a room, Josie and I couldn't be bothered we walked straight into the restroom to change into our clubbing clothes and put on make-up. We received very weird looks, probably from people who were wondering if we were GROs. Ah well. Oh and two lil kids decided to take a poo while we were in there. Hahahha, no one needed to know that huh? Ah feck it, my journal. I waved to the bar jazz singer on our way out of the hotel, she's nice.

We got into the club without paying the cover charge because my uncle owns/ manages it, and discounted whiskey too. My name was put there on some list which allowed me to bring in as many people as I like (woohoo! I didn't recognise half the people there). Aloysius wanted me to introduce him to people who could get him on the permament discount list, which I would have no idea how to do since that was my first time there (Oh come on, my uncle is there every night, you think I'd choose to go clubbing there??).

It's called Twelve SI (from it's address, 12 Sultan Ismail road). We were mainly at the lounge, Bliss, which plays (progressive and ambient, I think) house music, and Barfly, which plays mainstream music, where Logan and Rach did some poolsharks act with another huge group of clubbers. I think that group knew we were pretty wasted by then, what with the unstable balance, rowdy behaviour and all that tit grabbing. Or maybe they thought we're crazy, I don't know.

Twelve SI closed by 3am, so we left for Waikiki's, this dodgy bar that has nothing to offer asides from the usual clubbing crowd that's come in from Bangsar (popular clubbing area), because it's open till early in the morning (beyond 7am, depending). We came, we saw, we decided we were not impressed and left. On the way out some guy tried to grab me, but he had big hands so I saw him coming from a mile away, and thwacked em. Once we were outside I told Josie what happened, and she wanted me to point out who it was so she could go him, pepper spray his eyes and kick his ass. I decided against it because he was Punjabi, and they hang out in drunken groups who like to pick fights.

I've realised most (fine, all) of my friends are very violent.

So that was Roadtrip no. "I've lost count" this holiday, but the first of the year

Right, Rach and I had a debate. I say Suede and Pulp music is Brit-pop, she says it's glam-rock. I'm veeeeeeeery sure I'm right. I mean, a few years ago as far as the music scene was concerned, Suede = Brit-pop. Hmm, having said that, I suppose their look (the eyeliner, the eyeliner!) is very glam rock, and there is a David Bowie influence there, maybe that's where she got it from. At the most though, their music would border on (post?) punk, not rock. That's what I think anyway.

I've discovered that Daphne likes Jann Arden's music too, I broke it to her that most of her songs are about women, since she's gay :D

So that's about it, had a ball, am tired, unwashed and smelly. I could charm your pants off right now. Time to shower then. Rachel has gone for some classical chinese music show at the town hall with my cousin, Denise, so now I have time to wash up and rest. Cheers!

Holy crap...my mother has barred me from going out a few days next week for her bloody club activities again. Grrrrrrrrrrrr....

Written by lainie at 08:59 PM on January 3, 2004.

Pic of my tatt I've been meaning to upload

Here's a link, in case my smartness results in this not working: [link]

Hmm...I know I have new Friendsters, I'm just not sure who..
Tsk tsk...

Written by lainie at 01:21 PM on January 4, 2004.

(Okay, any of you from Perth, or whatever, and is very sensitive about anything to do with it or Aust, move on. Go on then. Shoo. Move. Vamoose. GO.)

Oh for....dammit....I might get sent to Perth to live with my uncle who will feed me nothing but fatty roast pork every night. You think I'm kidding don't you?

My uncle wants me to transfer my credits over to some Western Aust uni, and it's stuck in some boondocks area. This is supposed to help me get an Aust PR status..........I don't want anything enough to live in a place like Perth...People go there to retire for fuck's sake!

To put it kindly, I'll plagiarise Rachel and say that "Perth is not ready for my vision". To put it honestly, "Fuck off if you think I'm gonna end up in that dead place"!

No one can pay me enough to stay there unless it's enough for me to bribe the uni off so I can graduate without stepping foot there, get an apartment in Sydney / Melbourne, get a car, and dick around for the whole year.

I'm just being realistic. I will not survive a place as boring as Perth.

Maybe....maybe, this is an excuse for me to pull something stupid.
Maybe....fate is giving me a chance to do something so bad, no wya on earth my mother will send me to another country.
Maybe, I should stop thinking about this, it's taking a bad direction
(look, I never said this journal's gonna be anything intelligent, aight?)

I have decided Less Than Jake's song, The Science of Selling Yourself Short is going to be my new anthem in life. I discovered it through Daph during our last roadtrip. What's strange is that it's a third wave ska revival band, my favourite type of ska, and I didn't find em sooner
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Written by lainie at 08:27 PM on January 4, 2004.

Just came home from shopping for bedsheets. My maid has complained that every single one of my bedsheets (and Gazel's), except for those on our beds, are gone.

Apparently it's my fault again, because everything unusual or bad that happens is my bloody fault. (well actually, this time it is mine. Who saw that coming?). At the rate I'm going it's as if I went back in time, boinked some men and had Osama, Hitler and Saddam as my babies each time. Yes, world, WW2 was my fault. So was the Sept11.
Saddam calls me mommy. Oh yeah, that woman pretending to be his mom isn't really his. I am. Because, everything's my fault. Bush is my son too. Yeah. They're half brothers. Because everything is my bloody fault. Forever.

Where was I? Right, bedsheets (pardon digression). I've been taking them to college and uni and not bringing them back. I have good reasons to.

1. I don't like doing laundry, I need all the help I can get in between laundromat visits.
2. The five times a year I actually get around to doing my own laundry one bedsheet gets shrunk / s t r e t c h e d / stained (every damn time). I'm the goddess of housekeeping, I am.
3. I gave some to my live-in maid in Subang who had to sleep without any (although I'm sure she would have preferred cash).
4. Some were stolen (oh yeah, talk about classy, a "friend" did that).

And the best of 'em all:

5. My stupid friend lost her virginity on my bedsheets and left her (permanent) virgin blood mark all over my sheets. She can keep em!
hahaha...I can't help but feel this is an appropriate link right now: You did what on my what?

I wasn't kidding when I said my friends are nutters. Now don't mind me, I have to travel back in time and give birth to Chairman Mao. I have such beautiful sons (inside and out), don't I? You should see my daughters, cept you can't, she's born two hundred years later.

I also hereby formally apologise for giving birth to bubblegum pop. I'm sorry, I was tripping on acid, I had no idea it'll end up like this.

Reminder to self: Travel to future (tomorrow). Buy lotto (today). Become instant billionaire. Cause next worldwide financial crisis.
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Written by lainie at 08:31 PM on January 5, 2004.

In the spirit of "everything is my fault", something my mother seems to love:

1. It is my fault that the printer does not work

[This does not take into the account that I did not buy it, have never used it, or even so much as touched it before.]

2. It is my fault that the printer's run out of ink.

[note, this is a printer I have *never* used before]

3. It is my fault my sister is not at home to fix this problem.

[because I should have chained her next to the comp in case of the remote possibility that the printer should run out of ink]

4. It is my fault I can't fix the printer.

5. It is my fault that Gazel (my sister) deleted all help files regarding changing the ink cartridge.

6. It is my fault that she discovered the ink cartridge is empty now at 8pm.

7. It is my fault that my mom's friend has to print out my mom's documents.

8. It is also my fault that her friend might be sleeping by now (who does she think her friend is? It's fucking 8pm, no one's sleeping.)

See? I don't have to touch, spoil, lose or even come close to something to be blamed for it. Now I have to deliver stuff for her. I am so charmed right now.

Yes, this means I can't do something simple like change the ink cartridge. The one thing I hate about computers is printing. I can set off my temper just by printing out assignments (or maybe it's transference as a result of my frazzled nerves from doing last minute assignments, I don't know).

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Instructions for how to hand disk over to mom's friend's maids.

Mom: When you hand the disc over to the maids they're quite stupid, your instructions have to be clear.
Lainie: *mumble mumble*
Mom: Make sure you tell them to hand it over to Aunty Margarita tomorrow, in the morning.
Lainie: *mumble mumble*
Mom: Oh, and they don't speak English.
Lainie: WHAT?

Oh dammit...If I screw this up, and my mom's friend doesn't get the files on time...I can see what's gonna happen...Crap....
My malay friends used to talk to me in Malay just to have a good laugh when I try to answer in the same language.
That was five years ago, when I actually had to study the subject.
Siiiiiiiigh

ps: Natalie....damn ur family's stupid security door. ish.
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Written by lainie at 11:53 AM on January 6, 2004.

There's a roadtrip today, but I'm not going because it's to KL anyway and my mother has booked my presence here in Ipoh to help out at her club (again).

We did however decide there will be yet another roadtrip tomorrow, which I want to go for, to Penang. Beaches, clubbing and food will be the only thing we'll do. That and a home music video. That's the plan anyway.

Cast:
Superhero in pumpkin costume (no, not kidding): Rachel
Supervillian / Ex- Boyfriend: Aloysius
Princess / Damsel in distress: Daphne
Princess' girlfriend/ 2nd damsel in distress: Lainie
I forgot who he's playing: Logan

It's like we don't behave like asses enough in Ipoh so we're going to go to Penang and terrorise them there by filming our video.

Last night was fun. Daph and Rach got engaged to each other, and in the Britney moment (Daph proposed on bended knee), want to get registered at the city council and get their marriage annulled after three days. Daph will be the 'guy' and wear a strap-on dildo. What they're gonna do for those three days I can do without knowing. The problem will be that gay marriages aren't allowed in Malaysia

Met them at the stadium (which sells lots of food). We were talking and laughing really loudly there, people stared (but I'm really getting used to this). Daph and Rach started screwing Daph's scrunchie cause it feels like stubble......and we were talking about times when we got into trouble:

Daphne: Ah Boy doesn't like Lainie
Lainie: Yeah, he thinks I'm the one who scratched his car
Logan: Is that the time when bomba (fire brigade) came?
Lainie: No that was another one
Daphne: I heard about the flaming orange
Lainie: Hahahah...that was another one
Rach: and the idiot set fire on magazines
Lainie: That was another one?

No wonder we can't keep track. I'd completely forgotten about the flaming orange till they mentioned it last night.

Later we went to some super dodgy place to karaoke, it's called Tambun Inn. Daph and Rach made me sing along to Yellow Submarine, bitches, I hate that song! Haha.....So much for no one recognising us there. Daph's dad's friend saw us. Some chinky peroxide blonde group of teens came out of a private room and one of them was a girl from my school. Oh well.

Karaoke closed too early so we ended up singing outside the karaoke place and making plans for the roadtrip to Penang and music video.

Then we drove to some hawker place (because the alternative was to tell ghost stories in an abandoned house, no way in hell am I doing that). We went in separate cars, Rach and I in one, Daph and Aloy in another, and Logan in his own (this is relevant, trust me).

On the drive there, Daphne showed me her middle fingers and stuck out her tongue as they drove past us a lot faster (bloody hell)

So we caught up and I flashed her my tits.

The next time Daph and Aloy caught up with us on the road, she was mooning us the whole way. I saw nothing but her ass. She stuck it up against the window for a reeeeeally long time.

I found out later she fell over somewhere in the beginning because the car went over a bump while she had her pants off, and she knocked her head. Hahahahhaha....Very good..

I nearly died laughing at her mooning us. I almost flashed again at who I *thought* was her but turned out to be some old guy *whew, stopped in time*.

I'm pretty sure we blinded the pooy boys, Logan and Aloy, by the time we were done.

Anyway, when Rachel goes back to London in two weeks or so, Daphne and I will sneak off to Thailand. Since no way in hell can I imagine my parents allowing this, I'll be applying for a border pass and saving up for it. Sigh, my parents don't even trust me to hold on to my own passport, what on earth do they think I'm gonna do anyway? ...sneak off to another country, I suppose.
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Written by lainie at 09:32 PM on January 6, 2004.

I'm booooooored....I can't remember the last time this happened! Oh wait, few months back, exams in accountancy, right.

I'm surfing and looking at Friendster profiles, found some pretty shibby profiles too! (Okay, stop nerding it out. Yes.)

Speaking of which, here's my friendster profile [link]

Okay now where are all you people dammit? C'mere c'mere! Yeah, bigger network = Lainie's gonna disappear from the world and hop into Friendster forever....This is all Rachel's fault, she's kick-started my addiction again.

In other words, add me if you're on Friendster
Please ignore any strange testimonials of me, I'm a nice person with dotty friends.
If you find any strange testimonials by me, it's called revenge.

Now don't mind me, have to go sort out a slight problem involving me handing out the wrong handphone number to many people before these many people leave too many death threat voice messages to total strangers.

If they won't kill me because of that, I wouldn't bother fixing the situation. Dammit..
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Written by lainie at 10:32 PM on January 6, 2004.

Oh look, someone's talking about my grandmother: Hmm
Click here, please

Written by lainie at 12:41 PM on January 7, 2004.

I'm sneaking off to Penang cause my parents won't let me go!
Clubbing, food, beaches and nonsense here I come!
Wish me luck that I don't get caught! (or I'll be whining about how grounded I am all month / holiday /year)
Yeayyyyyyyy!
Oh crap, so running late...Bad blogging addict!
*smacks wrist*

Yeah crap that did to me

Natalie....shhhhhhhh........don't you dare
Have I mentioned lately I love that song? *points downwards at song of the moment*

Written by lainie at 09:58 PM on January 8, 2004.

Oh my goodness, roadtrips tire me out like I cannot believe Let's go for a recap shall we?

Packed, blogged *look at entry before this*, and snuck out of house in less than five minutes. I'm normally a really fast packer, but that just took the cake. On the drive to Penang, we sang songs (yes, I'm aware this sounds cheesy) and made music videos of us behaving like general assy people grannies avoid on the streets.

In Penang we (the usual roadtrip crowd: Logan, Aloysius, Rachel, Daphne and I) met up with Julian. He's quite a pretty boy, and strongly resembles a younger version of Hong Kong actor Daniel Wu. I think the actor's cute, but Julian looks like a male version of a girl I know, Rainee (yeah, she sat behind me in class, it was a problem when it came to teachers who couldn't differentiate the pronounciation for our names: Lainie/Rainee, see?) so that's a bit of a turn off~. I can't go for guys who look like girls I know.

Anyway, we went up to an apartment and tried to film a porn video.

Lainie: Director
Daphne: Co-director
Aloysius: Cameraman
Logan: Sleaze factor advisor
Julian: Male lead
Rachel: Female lead.

It just didn't go well, Rachel's role went from virgin bride, to horny seductress, to scary S&M tigress in bed. Julian waved a sock in her face during his strip scene, and Rach flew out of the way, meaning we all got too giggly after that.
We were going to throw Logan into the crowd and make it a threesome, but seeing as to how Rach and Logan are cousins, we figured that would *not* be something we wanted to go through. Hmm...incest can be amusing though...Knew this girl who took her younger cousin's virginity while his grandma was asleep in the same room. Oh yes, going to an all-girls school can be interesting in ways that are best kept away from parents.

Anyway, where was I?

Right. After failed attempt at porno video, the girls went clubbing in Lush while the boys played pool and foosball next door.
Daphne went a bit cuckoo last night, she made Rach and I down four big glasses of whiskey cokes in a row the moment we arrived, then we went to get the boys over to the club. Back in the club, Daph made us all down whiskey shots, neat, around four in a row too (note, author's memory hazy from this point on).

We danced the night away, I looked like crazy druggie, I'm sure. Especially when I got out of the club - Crazy hair induced by a lot of jumping, green eyeshadow looks scary in the light....Yeah, I must have looked a real sight. Mmmhmm. There was another club nearby that played R&B but I preferred Lush anyway, which played house music. I think I'm starting to go for house music, because I prefer to dance to it.

Anyway, a few hours into clubbing, we were all really, really, high, then Daphne made us down a few more whiskeys (Lainie flew to the sky) and then *boom* Rachel was down. She was drunk, falling everywhere, waving at people, sitting on the bar, sleeping on the floor, hiding underneath tables. I sobered up from the stage of "about to be very fucked up" to "I'm very high but I know what's happening" from all the effort of dragging her up off the floor, off the table, off the bar top, out from under the bar, and trying to get her to dance off the alcohol. This took more effort and balance than I had, she nearly knocked me over a few times (this means I dropped her a few times to save my own ass, because yknow, I'm so caring that way).

She kept yelling at people that she's Indian, this shouldn't be happening (She's chinese-indian).
One of the guys we met there, JJ, was shocked to see her IC (Identification card) which has her Indian surname there. I've attached a photo of her, you take a look and tell me how Indian she looks.

We are a rather mixed crowd I suppose. Daphne's Eurasian, Aloy and Rach are chindian (chinese indian), Logan has a common Indian name and looks Indian (he's chinese). I'm chinese and look it too

I stole a snazzy office sign home. Something called "The Garage", yeah I took their management office sign. It's quite nice really, all orangey. I have no idea what I'm actually supposed to do with it. Logan accused me of wanting to take everything home with me because I was high. Silly boy, I would have tried ripping off that big light display (glitzy picture of foaming beer) even if I was sober.

After clubbing we went for some famous food called Nasi Ganja (nasi means rice). I found it way too spicy so I gave it to Aloy. Boys are useful that way, when it comes to food.
We saw some of the bartenders from Lush there, they were rather startled, and slightly afraid, to see us there. I think we were among the rowdier ones there, and not many people were dancing so we must have been obvious. Mainly Chinese-y place. You know how they dance (sorry, yeah I'm chinese too, I know.....but you know how most chinese people dance).

That, and I broke a glass (rach knocked it out of my hands) while I was trying to pick an ice out of it. Oh and we flirted with the cuter bartenders. Oh and we did some tambourine dancing thing with one of the waiter's tray (we were quite timidly asked by the waiter to please return it). Oh and we made friends with all the guys around us, so we got a bit noisy. Oh and I kept giving guys around me free drinks (Ladies nite, I get em free). Oh and Oh and Oh and Oh and (I can't remember, we were there for hours being very silly, you insert whatever in here).

Some guy hitting on Daph pretended to be Italian, which was a mistake because he didn't speak a damned word of Italian asides from "Vaffanculo". Why is it a mistake? Rachel speaks it. She was drunk and wondering why the hell this Italian guy didn't understand a word she was saying. Silly boy. Malaysia's multiracial, not the best of ideas to pose like this.

Adnan's always my favourite example of why not: He speaks English, Malay, Hokkien, Cantonese, French, Arabic, Thai, a bit of Hindi and Mandarin, a smattering of a few other languages. I can't even cuss in so many languages.

After trying out the Penang Nasi Ganja, we went to the beach. The full moon was lovely. We were lying down on the sand and singing songs, walking on the beach, admiring the moon, harassing people (yeah, you think this one will ever escape us?), and turning cartwheels (or rather Daph was, and she eventually landed on her bum which was a riot).

We wanted to stay there till the sun rose, but Logan (the only one who didn't drink) was driving and he was tired, so we went home after another few hours of hanging out on the beach. I don't know what type of cartwheels Daph was trying out but when she came back her bra was off, Rach started chasing after her and thwacking her with the bra and they eventually took turns wearing it on their heads. Most interesting engaged couple I know.

So that was how the night of my roadtrip went. As predicted, food, beaches, clubbing and all round arsey behaviour. The bad thing about sneaking away without parents' knowledge is that I paid for the whole trip, and now I'm BLOODY FLAT BROKE.

The good thing is I had tons and tons of fun.

To end this post, here are some observations that came up during the roadtrip:

1. Why are the girls sleeping on the couches while the boys sleep on beds?
2. Boys in general are better at massages.
3. There isn't a single comb/hairbrush between Daph Rachel and Me. We actually make the boys look vain.
4. The main mirror hogger will be a guy (guilty party-Aloy).
5. Aloy's quote: There are only 3 things that never cease to amaze a man- moving water, burning fire, and Daphne.

Okay, I'm tired, good night
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Written by lainie at 09:19 PM on January 9, 2004.

Forget getting wasted....Rachel wants to go clubbing tonight in Penang, AGAIN? (sigh, if you don't know, one or two entries down, depending on whether you're on my friends list).

I have errands to run early in the morning tomorrow, my mother just specifically told me I was not to stay out late tonight. and Rachel seems to have forgotten we're suposed to meet up with Gwen tonight.

Whattodo whattodo whattodo

Oh I am so screwed....

The alternative is clubbing in Y2K. I hate this club.
Oh...................crap.

What's scarier is I'm actually trying to think of a way where we can get wasted in Penang, and I can still be back in this state by the next morning, and functional enough to drive my mother around.

Now my head hurts.
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Written by lainie at 12:38 PM on January 10, 2004.

Last night was a girl's night out in Y2K (which I'm sure those who read my entries will know by now, is a club in Ipoh I absolutely detest, a sentiment unfortunately not shared by my friends), so Logan didn't come along.
Aloy still came along though so I'm not sure how that works out, I guess that makes him one of the girls (I'm sure he'll thank me for saying this one day. Not. Making mental note never to tell him about this site, he can find out himself).

We started the night at a cafe called Coffee Passion, which has huge sheets of paper doubling as tablecloths, and plenty of crayons for you to scribble with. When I arrived, Daphne and Rachel showed me a big drawing they made of this manga girl tearfully pleading "Please, puhlease please Lainie" (because I didn't want to go clubbing in Y2K). Sigh.....How could I behave like such a bitch and say no after that?

Aloy didn't drink much last night, so basically between Daph, Rach and I, we finished a bottle of JD. I'm surprised I'm still typing right now.

I have mixed feelings about last night.
It was fun when the DJ played some nice songs (he ignored our request for Shiny Disco Balls till the end of the night), it sucked when he played techno Linkin Park and some squeaky voiced techno song.

It was funny when Rach ended up kissing a guy we'd been trying to get to hook up with her.
It wasn't so funny when he hooked up with another girl later.

It wasn't so fun when the guy Daph was trying to hook up with wasn't interested.
But hell if it was not funny when she mixed him up with another red shirt guy and ended up kissing the wrong guy (who was quite similar looking to the other guy anyway). This is why your mama doesn't want you to go clubbing in dark places.
What was even funnier was after she left, the guy she kissed started jumping and whooping and punching his fist in the air. He didn't even care that everyone could see.
I've never seen a guy so ecstatic about kissing a girl he didn't know before (Rachel and I couldn't take it, we (literally) fell over laughing).
Rach and I have come to the conclusion that Daph is very hot.

Speaking of which, I frenched Daphne last night. We do a lot of kissy-huggy- boob grabbing stuff when we go clubbing (and when we don't, but anyway). Lessee....when she kissed me on the lips I frenched her, to get back at her for dragging me to that awful club.
I would have done the same to Rach except she was already depressed, didn't think it would have been a good time
I'm just glad I kissed Daph before she kissed the guy. Actually, I wasn't even sure I did do that, I had to ask Daphne later, because all that alcohol was starting to fuzz up my memory a little.

Rachel asked me why I couldn't pick up a guy in the club like everyone else (I looked around and didn't see anyone who interested me). I probably saw all of less than 20 people dancing last night, in this crowded lil club. Not very good odds.
I was dancing like an idiot last night, it was a right laugh because I didn't give two shites about who was there. I'm just hoping no one recognised me Ipoh is such a small place, it's annoying.

I'm pretty sure I saw some people I know last night....But I can't remember either. I remember meeting a girl called Stephanie Toh...I think she was my senior in school.
I can't remember what else happened. I think I saw Tanee Fung and Joanna Wong...I think........?

Ah well, who cares. So that was part of my night. I just want to be able to relax and sleep 8 hours (at least) a day, and read a book at night or have some decent time to surf the internet from now on. I've been partying non-stop, I can actually feel my brain slowing down for fuck's sake. I can't tell people I'm a nerdy homebody when I keep doing this!

I'm listening to a really mad song by Backyard Dog, called Baddest Ruffest....We like to sing along to it during roadtrips because it had this mad chorus that goes tikitikitikitikiiiiiiiiiiiii
It's a bit of reggae, a bit of house, very fusion song. I love it!

Written by lainie at 03:45 PM on January 11, 2004.

Hmm don't news spread fast.
Apparently kissing a girl in Ipoh (Tabulas friends only entry, if u wanna read it you'll have to add me, sorry bout that) is a bad idea, judging from all the messages I have received through Hotmail, my phone, Yahoo....Icq
People, it's okay, I kissed her, I didn't have bunny sex! Hahahah....Jeebus...I tend to forget precisely how small Ipoh is.

Last night (why do I even bother wishing for quiet nights anymore, I have no idea) I went for Gwen's birthday party at a karaoke joint called E-Box. The night started with 10 people and 8 big bottles of alcohol. Ah well. When I hugged Gwen to wish her Happy Birthday, Rach (that bitch!) told her she might want to be more careful about me since I kissed a girl last night (but Gwen just laughed, she's quite cool that way ). I wonder if we explained that out to her...As usual I can't remember.

I met a girl at the party called Ee Leen..Apparently not only was she in Y2K clubbing with me (I don't remember this part. At all.), she's also my ex-schoolmate (okay, I remembered her name, at least, just no idea who she is). Anyway, I had to leave early for another smaller gathering, by the time I said bye to Gwen she was already a lil tipsy.
Frickin miracle our livers have not caved in on us yet, really.

Hung out with Rach, Daphne, Aloy and Arvind in Rachel's room. We made a spontaneous home video:

Said Spontaneous Home Video
A happy Arvind standing peacefully, minding his own business.
A girl kicks him 3 times in the balls.
Arvind not standing very well, and very strange expression on his face.
[Insert a lot of background laughter here]
Poor bastard.

I like that video (but I would, wouldn't I?). Note: alcohol also inspires bad, bad ideas.
So yes, we listened to some Jamaican-like music, talked, made more videos, played some games, took some photos, generally behaved very silly and occasionally punched/kicked Aloy and Arvind in the balls.
We keep telling them "Happy Father's Day" cause at the rate we're going, we're the only people they're ever gonna hear those words from. We girls bully the boys sometimes, really.

Arving said something about how getting kicked in the balls is a good way to sober down. We girls wouldn't know, we don't have any. Maybe that's why the girls were flying a lot more than the guys were

My mom called at 3am to demand to know where the hell I was and what the heck I was doing. She told me not to come home because it was too late (she probably meant it in the 'stay over at Rach's cause it's dangerous to drive now), but we interpreted it as "don't come home". So we didn't. We went out for supper at some hawker's centre.
There was an unusual amount of Indian men there, Aloy said there was probably going to be a fight later on. I saw some cross-dressers there (many terms for them in Malaysia: bapok and aqua are the two common ones). I don't have anything against bapoks, but you'd think that they could pick better clothes.
Oh no?

Here's what she (he?) was wearing. A shiny sequinned purple and gold top, with streams of blue everywhere. Tight. She's the size of a normal woman (x 4). This means I am describing to you a bapok wider than most big guys I know, in a tight purple / gold / blue shiny top. She needs a stylist. I swear it. I'm not even going to bother about the make-up. She looked really grumpy too, which didn't help.

Come on, if I made any guy friend of mine dress up like a woman I'd swear he can do better. *Pause*. Marginally better anyway.

By the time we dropped Aloy off home, it was almost 5am, poor guy. He has to go to church early in the morning today. I have no idea how he's going to survive us.

Oh dammit, forgot I'm supposed to be going out soon! Crap!
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Written by lainie at 06:47 PM on January 12, 2004.

Daph Rach and Aloy have gone off to KL, while I remain here....
This means (aaaahhhhh) that I finally have some peace time to chill (sort of, anyway).

Lunch was at this restaurant I've been going to since I was 16 (I'm 21 this year). Going there amuses my friends because they think the restaurateur has a crush on me.
Well, actually, Rish didn't know about this, but I think she figured it out (I've been denying it for ages....so I didn't mention it to her, obviously). She messaged Rach to tell her what she probably thought was hot gossip (or at least something to use against me) and threw me a very accusing glare when Rach said she'd known for years. *shrug*

For heaven's sake I used to go there in my pinafore or whatever school uniform I had on. He's my dad's age or so. He kept talking on and on about how I used to go there when I was so young (ironically, most of my readers are under-17) with my "oh so young as well" friends. Any connotations you're picking up here is probably what I'm suspecting, but at the same time ignoring, at the back of my mind.
Hmm, at the rate I'm going, Cascabel won't be the only restaurant with my framed photo there (am I a loved customer or what? *Huzzah!* hehe).

He was name dropping plenty -a lot of restaurateurs in KL...most of them I already knew, because some of aunts and uncles are in the industry too...But I didn't tell him that (why give people more ways to stalk me huh?). It's not like my name is Su Ling, and I'm so hard to find in Ipoh.

I kept waiting for Rish to say she had to leave or something but (bitch...) she decided to stall and sit back and enjoy the show. I am so not going to help out the next time some weirdo hits on her in a club (this will be effective since she is as much of a weirdo magnet as I am).

Later in the evening I took drive home through the scenic route. Sure, it was an hour longer than normal. Sure, it wasn't all that scenic. Sure I got a massive headache from that drive.
[grits teeth] ...It. Was. The. Scenic. Route. Home.

--- This is Lainie's way of saying she was bloody lost in a small place like Ipoh because she missed a turning somewhere and had no idea where the fuck her house was ---

Oh well. Beats the time three policemen had to escort me home because they didn't think I could find my way back (my friends refuse to forget about this).
I always have a confused look on my face. Put me in a situation where I really am lost and confused, I look like I have "kidnap me and sell to Thai mafia" stamped across my forehead.

Oh, I'm planning to have a little talk with my father soon. Possibly tonight. I want to go to art school instead of the accountancy course I'm in now (I mean, can you imagine me as an accountant?). People give me a "you're delusional" look when I tell them I'm an accounting student. I figured it's better for me to drop out now instead of having to show cause for my miserable results and pathetic attendance and maybe getting kicked out of uni (fuuuuuuck that).

It's so unfair...My dad might die if I become an artist, but dammit, I am not going to survive accountancy. Well...actually, I've tried my hands on auditing (a law firm) and I'm pretty good at it. But screw that! I have better things to do with my life than to be a bean counter. I can imagine the type of people I'll end up working with if I do accountancy (I take a good look around during classes..and ooh yeah, not good at all, not my type of people).
If you're doing accountancy or something, I don't mean you of course. Ahem.

You know what's against me now?
Point a finger at anyone during a family gathering and I will bet ten bucks this person is either:
1: an accountant
2. a businessman (with other interests like law)
3. a banker
4. an economist. (see the trend?)
5. an engineer with an accounting degree ( see the scary trend?)
6. married to a businessman / accountant / banker / economist
7. A business student
8. About to be a business student
9. Mother / father of someone involved in business.

In other words, my family would actually prefer businessmen to doctors. Yeay me and my black sheep tendencies. Baa. Baa. Shoot me. Baa. I make good ten dollar wool coat. Baa.

So wish me luck for my talk with my father tonight! Limkokwing Limkokwing Limkokwing puh-leaaaaaase daddy....... I'm interested in space design, writing (oh puh-leaaaase send me there I swear I'll improve) and art.
Sigh...I'm assuming so much. Like the fact that I'd have the guts to bring this up again (previous attempts were disastrous, I got my stubbornness and temper from him), and that he won't be out on some business trip.

Ah well, I try this a lot This is the sixth year I'm doing this. Such a didactical / dogmatic family hierarchy, and I'm at the bottom. Hmph! We'll see about that! (baaa....)
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Written by lainie at 04:05 PM on January 13, 2004.

I can't believe this. My father said yes. I can do anything I want.
With one clause.
Convince my mother (shit).

He's a bit sad that I wasted a whole year studying other stuff, yes (ah hell, he'll live).

Calculation for how he came up with ONE year:

College: 1 yr in SAM Bio-Science. [He forgot about this].
Uni: 2 yrs in Monash Accountancy [He only remembers one year]

Which means my father thinks I'm 19 this year. Ah well, I'm not going out of my way to correct him.

The harder person to convince shall be my mother who will no doubt go on and on about how I've wasted my whole life already.
OMFG if this doesn't work now, when I'm so close to art school...I will die.
I'm not kidding.
I will lay down, close my eyes, and die.

I don't care if I have to lay down for a century waiting for an asteroid to hit my stubborn head.

I'm so happy! Soooo soooo happy (and desperate...because my mother is going to hate this).

You know how prepared I am to leave? I already have accomodation. I don't even know what the hell I'm gonna do in art school, precisely, but I already have accomodation.
Hmm.

One down, one more to go....Now for the long agonising wait for my mother to come home so we can talk (ie: scream, yell and throw stuff).

I have to go to art school I have to I have to. I don't care if I don't go raving in KL this weekend, I HAVE TO GO TO ART SCHOOL!!!

Wow. My life is actually changing. Very shibby.
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Written by lainie at 10:06 PM on January 13, 2004.

I just came back from the mall, was there with my mom and Aunty Regina.
Check out what happened:

In the magazine store, I picked up a mag (yes, girly mag, so sue me) with an article that interested me.

Anyway, I walked up to the counter with the magazine.
As I put the mag down, I casually ask Aunt R where my mom is.

AR: Oh your mom? I don't know, here I'll pay for it!
Lainie: Huh? Oh no no, it's okay, I'll pay for it!
AR: No, I'll pay for it!
Lainie: No no, I just wanted to know where my mom is, I'll pay for it (O_O)

Cue: Two of us rummaging frantically into our purses to scrimp up some money.

Lainie emerges victorious *gasps for air*, waves ten dollar note *yeay me!* in front of of cashier

Lainie: Thank you anyway Aunty Regina, but I'll pay for it.

Cue: Lainie hands over money to bemused cashier.

You know what happens after this?
My aunt forces the cashier to hand me the money, and pays for the magazine anyway.

I don't know why I bother taking some money along with me when I go out with my mom and her friends. I never get the chance to use it. Might as well save it up for alcohol and roadtrips then.

Now, right after I post this, I am going to have a little talk with my mother about studying in Lim Kok Wing. Oh hell, I hope this goes well.
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Written by lainie at 11:27 PM on January 13, 2004.

Oh yeah people.

Thanks for all the well wishes.

I am now off to art school!

Something I've wanted for six years. Six. Fucking. Long. Years.

But screw that! Now I've never been happier.

I am now gonna join the legion of annoyingly happy people.

Toodles~ I'm off to celebrate with my friends

Oh and here's my latest mix cd, just for fun:


1st of 2004

01. The Thrills - Big Sur
02. Backyard Dog - Baddest Ruffest
03. Less Than Jake - The Science of Selling Yourself Short
04. Lightning Seeds - You Showed Me
05. The Juliana Theory - August in Bethany.
06. Helen Reddy - Angie Baby.
07. Supergrass - Seen The Light
08. Outkast - Hey Ya
09. The Darkness - I Believe in a Thing Called Love
10. Insane Clown Posse - Fuck The World.
11. Evanescence - My Immortal
12. Oasis - She's Electric
13. K's Choice - Virgin State of Mind
14. Letters to Cleo - Cruel to Be Kind
15. Urban Xchange feat Camelia - Not That Type of Lady
16. Jann Arden - You Don't Know Me
17. Chicks on Speed - We Don't Play Guitars
18. Meredith Brooks - Bitch

Written by lainie at 12:25 PM on January 14, 2004.

I'm going down to KL for the weekend to:

1) go for a rave, wherever that might be. Probably TwelveSI
2) celebrate my friend's birthday
3) celebrate my success in convincing parents to send me to art school.
4) enrol for art school (YES!).
5) introduce some of my friends to each other. Network, people, network.

Oh yeah.....My accomodation is sorted out (I got this done before my parents okayed art school).
Actually, my father's probably getting some second thoughts about letting me do what I want, not that it matters:

Conversation with Daddy:

Dad: You know....you don't actually have long till -
Lainie: Nope!
Dad: - you finish your -
Lainie: Nope.
Dad: Accounting degr -
Lainie: Nope!
Dad: ee...
Lainie: Nope.
Dad: No?
Lainie: Nope!

Just like once you go black you can never go back, once you say yes to art school everything else can dissappear into "The Void" that sucks in all nerds (and occasional lost souls).

I got into trouble last night, something I'd been trying to avoid (art school! art school!) since my mother's temper can get quite volatile. I came home really late, I guess. The joke is I was just trying to get my friend to meet up with another guy so they can get laid (how I came into the picture, I have no idea).

Anyway, check out my new housemates:

1st Roommate: Daphne (yeah, that girl I kissed. Rach had fun ribbin me last night now that we're roomies). *mental note to self: some pranks were never meant to be*
2nd Roommate: Joey (never met him before, but hey, any friend of Daph's).
Housemates:
Arvind (the guy who got kicked/ punched in the balls)
Aloy (the guy I go on roadtrips with)
Gothic Girl (cause I've never met her and don't know her name, but heyyyy, any friend of Daph's and all that, right?).

Three of us in a room, ought to get interesting, I've never had more than one roomie at a go. Wonder how we'll handle the space and body clocks thingie.

Rachel is leaving for London today. She's a bit upset that so many of her friends are gonna stay together, go to art school and all that stuff. Then again, she's studying History of Art in London, so that's cool cause she loves her course too. I'll miss her when she gets on that airplane, but I'm used to my friends leaving for a few months every now and then. It's just a matter of staying friends till they come home, then it's like they never left (I guess that's cause we keep in contact throughout their leave).

I feel so happy right now, it's like I'm the happiest person I know (then again, most people I know are to some extent suicidal / depressed). Ahhhhhh......I'm gonna make them wanna bitch slap me in a matter of days. Everyone thinks I'm high on life now (art school! art school!). I'm sending smile rays into their brains from my house.

I'm not worried about my parents sending me back to uni for accountancy either. You know why?
Because if I don't show cause (for pathetic results) and re-enrol in, oh say, TWO days, I'll be automatically kicked out anyway.
Just to be safe, I'll be calling them tomorrow to quit the course (keep the damn deposit, I couldn't be arsed!).
I'm quitting the course I'd have been (eventually) kicked out of anyway (ironic, innit?).
Nobody burns bridges like I do *throws lit match onto petrol-drenched bridge*

Goodbye, Old Life, Hello Shiny New Life!

Written by lainie at 08:44 PM on January 14, 2004.

Why we should stop thwacking each other on the head as hard as we can with plastic bottles:

Situation 1

Lainie: I can't believe I'm gonna study again after slacking off for three years!
Vanessa: Three years?
Lainie: Yeah, one in college, two in university.
Vanessa: (looks confused).
Lainie: Umm...I slacked off for three years? Yknow?
Vanessa: (still looks confused)...three years?
Lainie: ONE in college, TWO in uni?
Vanessa: ......huh?
Lainie: One...plus two...Three?
Vanessa: (still not getting it)
Lainie: ..... (too stunned to say anything)

I think we were going through a hazy moment there.
This afternoon, Rish, Daph, Aloy and I won some tickets to a beach party during the weekend in Penang (the Hitz fm party). Thinking of going, but it all depends on the birthday girl, Rish.

One of the Prado Cruiser guys are quite cute (sorta like promoters for the local radio station Hitz fm, they travel round the country holding contests and giving out freebies).

Situation 2

Lainie: The Cruiser guy looks cute.
Rachel: Which one?
Lainie: The one wearing shiny pants!
Rish: They were all wearing shiny pants.
Lainie: Oh....I was only checking out one guy's pants. (hehehe)

Possibility of someone who knows him reading this blog: 70% (small country, happens).
Possibility of Lainie giving a fuck about that: 0%
If anyone knows who he was, do tell me

Situation 3.

Lainie is driving.

Three people make a grab for Lainie's boobs.

Lainie severely molested.

While Lainie screaming and trying to avoid hands (hands! Hands everywhere!!! Helllppp!!!!!), car goes out of control.

Moment of panic, as my hands are trying to protect my boobs, and everyone else's hands are on me, as we all wonder "So, who's steering the car? Nobody?" *insert hysteria and screaming here*

We all survived, obviously. I came close to making them all walk home.


Situation 4

Daphne: Who wants a Milo (chocolate milk drink)?

Cue: Rachel snatches the oblong can of Milo up, tries to stuff it down Daphne's jeans.
Daphne avoids that happening successfully, Lainie and Rish laughing.

Rachel: Guys guys come on hold her down! Hold her arms!
[Lainie and Rish still laughing, very unhelpful, Rach and Daph still fighting]
Daphne: HAH! No one's gonna help you!

Cue: Vanessa, Daph's sister, jumps up and pins Daphne's arms down. Why oh why did Daph had to tempt us that way?

Result: Daphne thinks she knows what it's like to have a boner, cause the can was successfully stuffed into her jeans anyway.
Prado Cruisers people staring at us like we're mad.
Did I mention all this was in front of a bunch of people?
She had to take it out in front of everyone. It didn't help that we were laughing like crazy and attracting a lotta attention.
Said Milo can differentiated from other Milo cans because it was warmer (hehe).

Situation 5
Prado Cruiser girl: Oh God, these people are littering like it's their family's place!
Ironic, because it does belong to my family haha (we did pick up later, before we left, we're not that bad).


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Written by lainie at 12:05 AM on January 16, 2004.

I'm in KL right now

My parents are getting second thoughts about sending me off to art school, so I'm as far away from them as possible now (I'm hoping that out of sight, out of mind applies here). Tomorrow, I am going to find out everything I can about my course, and also enrol.

Also, tomorrow is the day I will get kicked out from Monash University (it's the final date for me to show cause for my results, which have been pathetic to say the least). So if my parents change their mind and try to put me in Monash again......boy, are they gonna be in for a nasty surprise.

I checked out the place I'm renting. It's beautiful. It's a condo on the ground floor, and our living room opens up to a lake. It takes us all of ten footsteps to walk to the edge of the lake, and there are swings nearby too. My room faces the lake too, and there's a constant breeze around.. I'm in love with the place.

I'm so pleased, really I am....There were some initial problems with the accomodation, but now that's sorted out, and I have a new roomie, Gwen, a close friend I've known more than half my life. Rach and I used to go round Ipoh flashing people while she's driving (and did she ever used to freak out when we did that).
So it's Daph and Joey to a room, Gwen and I, Aloy and Arvind. I can't wait!

Tomorrow, I enrol and officially piss off my parents. I have a lot to think about actually. Not just the art course, but some other stuff, so it's good to have distractions..Nice to know I've reached this stage in life where I can have problems, yet things are still okay, and I'm still happy.

Tonight, instead of going to an underground rave party as originally planned, I am staying over at my aunt's place to spend some time with her (I'm really good friends with my aunt, she's plenty cool), play with her attention seeker dogs, and read forty new Archie comics Riverdale rather reminds me of Ipoh, but a more sophisticated version (which doesn't say much about Ipoh, really).

To all those who commented on my friend's situation, thank you, much appreciated. We'll get through it one day, we always do

Tomorrow, I enrol for the most blood (ie: $$$) sucking institute of learning in Malaysia, Lim Kok Wing. Yeah, I know that place is a money generating machine, but I still feel it has the most to offer in terms of art courses.

With that, it's over and out for me, I am exhausted from our trip down from Ipoh. Good night all, sweet dreams too

When I wake up tomrorow, I am gonna check this entry and see how I come off when I blog while feeling sleepy. I know I sound like a complete idiot when I chat online. Ahh heck!

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Update
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Hehehe...This is new...I'm reading a section in the magazine FHM (the last page), where the readers write in about funny stuff they saw....And I think one of the exploits mentioned in it involves my friends....Hehehe....Goodness...these people...
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Written by lainie at 09:27 PM on January 16, 2004.

I don't know whether to say it's a small world, or I have a bad memory (probably both).

Yet another Conversation:

Lainie: That Sunway hostel I used to stay with had the most idiotic 12am curfew. I walked in at 5 am and they did jack nothing to stop me.
Daphne: Yeah I know, I enrolled for Sunway once.
Lainie: You were in Sunway too? When?
Daphne: Some time back, I wanted to enrol for the veterinarian course.
Lainie: Oh. My. God. Are you that girl I almost ended up staying with? That vet girl?
Daphne: Oh yeahhhh!! Was that you??

You see? Our memory's going. We don't remember how, why or when, but at one time I was looking for an roomie (yeah,totally can't remember why), and Daph was supposed to move in with me, but we both changed our minds or something or other (I can't remember!!).
And I always thought I just met her this hols (have I mentioned this before? Except for some wild pool party we both went to last year, I've basically just started hanging out with her).

[ Aloy was just ignoring us at this point, I think our combined IQ isn't doing much to impress him]

Unless I'm very much mistaken, I'd just met Daph a day or two before this entry.
Oh well, it's fate! We're gonna end up as housemates anyway!

There are some problems about the place we're renting.
First of all, we all suck at dividing costs (so we're letting Aloy handle that, see why I shouldn't be an accountant? I'd be robbed blind).
Then there's the matter of the storeroom *insert sound of ominous thunder here*.

Right I say storeroom, and what do you think of? Room with heaps of junk in it, right? Maybe where we'll keep the broom?
Well Daphne and I would rather turn it into a darkroom for photography.
Aloy on the other hand wants to turn it into a kinky sex room (we all have roommates so I guess I sorta see his point). Of course, he also thinks it'll be handy for all the house parties he intends to have (so much for my big plans of studying in a quiet environment).
If it gets turned into a kinky sex room or something, I am hoping nobody related to me pays me a visit.
If this gets back to my parents, I'll spend the remainder of my fertile years (and maybe more) locked in a little cage, under the kitchen sink in dear old Ipoh.
Then my parents will die of old age, or stress from my constant whining, and I will slowly starve to death in that stupid cage that no one will clean.
I can just imagine all this happening. Yes I can, damn you!
That's it! That storeroom is gonna be a damn darkroom for photos!
[Because, you know, a house full of art students can never have something as simple as a storeroom that is a storeroom. No. We have to complicate everything, then we wonder why accountants and scientists want us hunted down and shot.]

[politically correct and stuffy people, please do not read the following sentence -do these sentences ever work?]
I suppose this still beats our initial plan of renting the storeroom out to a midget.

Oh and I find it unfair, I haven't moved in yet and Aloy is already saying I am not to play any of my egg or flaming oranges pranks (this is coming from Mr "I want a kinky sex room", mind). I'm not going to do that! Such lil faith.
And even more unfair, I'm already not allowed to use the kitchen! (uhh....because the last time I cooked I melted four chopsticks -but that was a total accident, I swear. Also something about me unsuccessfully boiling water, but that was ages ago, it shouldn't count).
Well...actually, I do see where they're coming from, but I don't wanna be stuck with washing dishes (allergic to detergent) and I hate prepping the table (too damn lazy).

I'm developing a reputation Conversation

First:
Lainie: I'm changing courses to art school
3rd aunt: Aren't you a year from graduating?
Lainie: Yeahhhh....
3rd aunt: So I guess you're in trouble with your mom now?
Lainie: Yeahhhh....

Second:
Lainie: I'm changing courses to art school
4th aunt: Your mom must be angry.
Lainie: Yeap.
4th aunt: And you must be in trouble with her now.

Do all my relatives know how often I piss her off or something? (a better question would be "who doesn't?", huh?).

Now I have to try and make sense of the plans tomorrow, which somehow includes a beach party in Penang, raving in KL and a house party in Ipoh at the same time.
Someone fucked up somewhere, I just know it (of course, I'd have to be stupid beyond recovery to not realise it, but just a lil bit screwy to put it like this anyway).
Actually, I'm probably the one who fucked up, seeing as to how I seem to have appointments in all three of these states (but how?? how did this happen? -yes I can't remember - I'm really bad with dates, aren't I?).

Oh and yes, I could have typed out a sob story this afternoon and mailed it to Monash, but I decided to let them kick me out anyway. Now my parents will have to send me to art school. It's not like they'll have me re-enrol. Right? Right? No time to think about that, a gamble is a gamble. Besides, I have that tri-state problem to deal with.
Hmm.

Oh and it'll be Rish's birthday tomorrow. She's my closest friend, so I suppose she'll influence my decision!
Oh great. My DSL line isn't working again, probably just cause it finds it fun to piss me off. Dial up, here I come (sigh).
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Written by lainie at 04:33 PM on January 17, 2004.

[Morning - My room]

Mom: Wake up now, I want to go grocery shopping.
Lainie: ..?.....meh....Moooo?
Mom: Come on! Get up, don't make me wake you again
Lainie: *fumbles with clock* ....moo.....moo? MOO??????
Mom: You have twenty minutes.
Lainie: ....Moo....moo......
[Well there goes my sleep. I never get 8 hours with her around]

[Afternoon - The Supermarket]

Mom: What are you doing tonight?
Lainie: Moo moo moo
Mom: Doesn't matter, you're not to go out later.
Lainie: Moo? Moo moo moo!! O_O
Mom: You can't go to Penang, you've been going out too much.
Lainie: MOO!! MOOO! MOO!!!!!! MooOoOoOOoo!!
Mom: Your dad and I are going out for a wedding dinner, you're staying at home.
Lainie: MOOOOOO!! MOO!!!!! MOO?! MOO! MOoOOoOOo!!
Mom: *continues shopping* Is there milk at home?
[And there goes the beach party in Penang that I managed to get tickets for]

[Evening - At home.]
Mom: You're driving me to Aunty Margarita's house tomorrow.
Lainie: *uninterested* mooo.....
Mom: In the morning.
Lainie: Moo?? Moo Moo Mooooo Moo!! MOO????
Mom: Don't argue with me.

[I'd put up the actual conversation, except, yknow, it doesn't really matter whether I talk or moo, it ends up the same anyway.]

Hmph. Maybe I should get my parents a Furby or something.
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Written by lainie at 08:37 PM on January 17, 2004.

Planning very risky outing tonight.
dammit.
Late.
Wish me luck!
Dammit, no cooping up at home!
We're gonna give this girl a birthday party!
WOOHOO!

(whooo...adrenaline rush! shibby!)

Written by lainie at 03:09 PM on January 18, 2004.

I might as well just admit it now. I can hardly remember what happened last night (and I didn't drink much alcohol, imagine if I actually did - and for heaven's sake, no I am not on drugs).

I'm visualising my future, when I talk to my friend's kids, and they ask me what my past was like (at this point my friend will probably be jumping behind the kid, signalling frantically that benefits will come my way if I don't tell the truth -yeah you call it friendship, I call it a long term financial investment).

What the heck am I gonna tell her lil kids?
Oh I grew up in a farm, I played with the ducklings and goats in the morning, helped milk the cows in the afternoon, swung from tree to tree in the evenings, it was an idyllic (ie: boring) life so don't ask anymore...How did I meet your mommy? (insert visual of friend waving some money at me frantically - hah, now don't you regret tequila night, bitch!? Pay up!).
Oh mommy used to come and help me draw water from the well. We were good friends so we shared a bucket, and it was brown..round..umm..bucket-shaped, actually. Yeah. (insert visual of friend glaring at me in a "couldn't you think of a better story" fashion)

I mean, I don't know...I can barely remember what happened last year, I won't be able to recall anything in...two years?

Anyway, here's what I do remember (and can actually talk about):


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The Beginning
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The evening started with me picking up Rish for a drink and dinner. For her birthday, generous friend that I am, I gave her a strip of Clorets chewing gum.
Rish poked at it and claimed that it was moldy because it was green, with weird black spots on it (sigh..the black spots belong there, I'm not trying to poison her).
Eat up, Rish. There's a lotta love in that strip of chewing gum that cost 15c more than what you spent for my birthday, you cheap! (she got me 'love and friendship', which means she remembered my birthday late).
Heh...Don't you love the idea that you can spend 15c on someone's birthday, and still manage to call that person cheap?

We figured it's cool that we're still friends (seven years - people come up to me and ask if I'm still friends with Rish all the time). Then we went to pick Prita (my ex-housemate) up. That's where the fun begins.

Prita: Where are we going?
Risha: I don't know, no one's around!! And it's my birthday!!
Lainie: Well, we do have tickets to the beach party in Penang
Prita: Ooooh I wanted to go!
Risha: Yeah...I wish I could go too!
Lainie: Okay, let's do it then!

I immediately pulled the car over, and started planning a strategy (ooooh) to get these two idiots to the party (I basically didn't leave em a lot of time to think it over, heh).
You see, they have strict parents, and have never, ever snuck out before (how, I'll never understand).
It's a good thing Prits and I generally look like very well behaved girls because we had to convince Rish's parents that we were going for a sleepover.
So yes, the plan was, sneak to Penang for the beach party, club like crazy, then come home right after it (Rish had to be back home in the morning, Prits needed to come home before her mom, a doctor on nightshift, did -8am).
Prita said all the craziest stuff she did was with me....I don't know how that happened when her friends are so nutty.

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The Trip to Penang
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We used my car.
I was driving on the highway with a big grin on my face.
I overtook two cars! Wheeeeeee!
Then I finally exclaimed "I've never driven on the highway before!"
Rish and Prits panics and Rish takes over the driving. Dammit.
So ends my short-lived happiness.
Irony of situation: I taught Rish to drive before she got her license. Ingrate.

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The Party
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When we arrived, Daph was already drunk. She's really funny and cute (cute is according to Rish, not me. I just get startled at her) when she's drunk.
I didn't get to drink much cause I became designeted driver back home.
See how priorities change when alcohol is involved?
Oh suddenly it's alright for Ms. "I've never driven on the highway before" to drive home early in the morning while it's dark and dangerous.
Yeah, thanks guys.

The party itself didn't do much to impress me.
I did however meet up with a lot of people, and that was quite fun. Daph's friend Spider (he kissed my hand when he met me, such gentlemanly fun -granted he was also quite high by then), Daniel, Rahne, Puff, another Lainie (but pronounced differently), Aloy (my, doesn't his name pop up a lot, networker. Pfah) and oh I don't know...A lotta people

There were live performances there. Spider was doing some freestyle rapping thingie while we were sitting on the beach and it was pretty cool, I think he was one of the performers that night. Would it come as a surprise if I say I don't remember?

The beach party ended early so we went to another club instead after that.

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Quote of the night
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Rish: *loudly proclaims* I do not understand this piece of chicken! *pokes at fried chicken with her fork*

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The Drive Home
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I remember driving.
Halfway through the drive, Rish's door is suddenly open, and I turn in horror to find Rish is missing from her seat.
Prits is screaming.
I look into the rearview mirror, and am greeted with the sight of my drunk friend Rish running after my car, which has a door flapping in the air and all that, while waving Prita's boob tube in the air.
Lainie makes conscious decision not to look at the back seat, since Prits (who was sitting there) was supposed to be wearing the boob tube.
Lainie decides she doesn't even want to know how, or why, that happened.

I was driving.
Prits and Rish, after a long, annoying, drunken screeching / screaming match, are asleep.
It's very quiet.
Suddenly, I found myself waking up from my sleep (it's 7am by now) while driving.
Adrenaline rush from fear because dammit, I just fell asleep while driving(!) keeps me awake long enough to arrive home.

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Side Note
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I got molested by Daph more times last night than I have ever been in my whole life.
She buried her head in my tits thrice too -_-"
I don't know if she remembers (she was drunk), but I am gonna make an effort to forget. Forget! FORGET!

So that was the night out. I think Rish's parents should just let her go to parties, she's not some wild party animal, she just loves dancing.
As for me, I'm trying to rub out that bloody purple chop I got on my arm for the party before my mother sees it (and no, it's not working, dammit! come out! *rub rub*)
I've had less than four hours of sleep altogether, after a long, long night out. I'm sure you can bring yourself to understand if this post isn't coherent.

Now excuse me, I'm off to drown in happiness (art school art school! heh)

Written by lainie at 02:15 PM on January 19, 2004.

Who says brutality isn't hereditary?:
Lainie: Hey ma this girl I'm talking to said if I'm angelic she's a god. (bloody hell)
Mom: What gave you the stupid idea that you're angelic?

Like gee, thanks mom.

Moving on. This is why I love That 70s show, check out this quote from Kelso's diary:

"It seems like I’ve waited my entire life for this moment, and it finally happened. Ronald McDonald came to town. THE Ronald McDonald, President of McDonaldland, probably the most powerful clown in the entire world"

How could I not love that guy? Granted, I'd kill him if he was my housemate or something and I get a dose of stupidity everytime he talks, but on TV it's all good.

By the way, you know how some girls know nothing about football beyond poster boys Beckham and Owen?
I'm very proud to say I'm not one of those girls, and Beckham and Owen really don't do it for me.

Instead, I'm a girl who knows nothing about football except Raúl González of Real Madrid looks gorgeous running around the field chasing that lil black and white ball.
Yeah, all the guys I know get all snotty when I say this, but admit it. You're glad it isn't Beckham, aren't you? Heh.

Mom: Stop eating prawn crackers for dinner
Lainie: Stop feeding me five-day old spaghetti.
Mom: You'll ruin your skin!
Lainie: Because, yknow, the 35 hours of sleep I get a week (thanks to YOU) isn't already doing that?

Yeah, guess who had to wake up early in the morning to take her mom grocery shopping again.

It's a little known fact that all the nice, juicy and sweet oranges jump off the shelves at noon, and the small sour ones line up to take their places so stupid housewives are duped into wasting their money on inferior fruits.

If you go grocery shopping after noon, mad rapists and murderous robbers are prowling the aisle that sells milk and ice cream.

Pork bought in the morning is better than those that have been in the supermarket fridge for a few more hours (as opposed to, you know, pork that ends up kept in our fridge for a few hours).

Yeeeeeesh. If I get so weird when I'm old, you have permission to slap me silly (what difference would it make?).
Now I'm off with my friends to grab ourselves a decent lunch. After noon. Like, when all the bad cucumbers come out and jump into our sandwiches.

Lalalalalaaaaaaa

Written by lainie at 04:08 PM on January 19, 2004.

I went to the fridge to get some milk. Yeap.

I poured some milk into my cup. Yeap.

I spilled some (fine, a lot of) milk. Yeapppp.

I turn back and glare at my maid standing right behind me.

Why?

Because when she saw me heading for the fridge, she went to get the mop, and stood behind me, waiting for me to spill something.

I can't even pour myself a drink at home without someone reminding me I'm a kitchen disaster waiting to happen.

For fuck's sake...I do not always create a mess when I'm in the kitchen.

ARGH! My butterfingers! Curses! *fume fume*
This is such an unfair household.

It's a good thing I don't cook much. I'd hate to have her trailing behind me everywhere I go with a fire extinguisher.

Written by lainie at 12:03 AM on January 21, 2004.

What a day.

Started the morning by going over to Natalie's house (running errands as usual).
When I got out of my car, her brother fired off his pop cap gun at me.

Lainie's 1st Instinct: DUCK! (I didn't move....preservation of dignity wayyy more important than avoiding possible bruises).
Lainie's 2nd Instinct: To grab my own gun in the car and fire off his ass (I didn't do that....He's what, 9 years old? My aim sucks anyway).

I had to deal with their maids.
I tried talking to three of them, and I didn't get what any of them were saying (something which wouldn't have happened if a certain somebody -damn you Nat - didn't leave her house just as I told her I'm coming over).

Basically it went:

Lainie: This cake's for Aunty Margarita, from Jennifer.
1st Maid: [gibberish]
Lainie: Huh?
2nd Maid: [gibberish]
Lainie: Uhh...What? (raises eyebrows, smiles hopefully, waiting for some recognisable English words to be voiced).
Maid: [gibber gibber gibberish]
Lainie: (Still waiting, feeling slightly stupid standing there).
Maid: [still gibbering on]
Lainie: (Curses Natalie) ....Umm...Never mind...Jennifer?...Jennifer? (my mom's name).

Finally I left a note that said: Cake from Jennifer. I guess that's for the best.
I don't know how they get anything done in that house if no one understands each other.

Not that I'm done with that family. Hell no. First Russell shoots at me, then the gibbering maids, then one of their drivers comes up to me and:

Mariam: I drove into your car! I scratched it!
Lainie: ........ (Lee family...what'd I ever do to them?)
Mariam: It was too small!
Lainie: ........ ( Ran over their dog?)
Mariam: I couldn't see it! Your car is too small!
Lainie: .......It's okay.... (Burned their house down? What?)
[I didn't care much cause technically it's my sister's car, not mine]

Then I went to Jusco with my friend Prits and who should we see?
Ms Natalie Lee, *not at home where she could have translated what the fuck her weirdo maids were saying* walking around.

Prita: She looks like a sweet girl.
Lainie: ..... (whatever)

Then I go grab a drink with Prits, and Nat walks by and thwacks me on the head with her cap *umm...OW?*.

Prita: Okay, she doesn't look so sweet anymore.
Lainie: She is the devil.
Prita: Ohhh....right.

*grumble grumble*
So yeah. In the span of two hours, her brother shot at me, her driver scratched my car, and she thwacked my head. Oh well.

Message to Natalie: Oh well...It's all true Idiot...you FFK Queen.
Message to readers: Fine...she's not really a devil. Most of the time anyway. Blah.

Later on Prits and I met up with Rish, and found this lovely deserted cafe (none of my mom's spies, yeay me!) in Greentown that I will hang out in from now on.
We had a lovely bitch-fest (three girls, one backstabbing enemy in common. It happens).
We're going to cook our lunch together tomorrow...Cept, I won't cook cause they say I suck at it, so I'm just gonna eat. Hey, I'm not insulted, works for me!

Later in the night (after running yet another bout of errands), I met up with Daphne. I never realised we have so much in common.
So it's all good, had a lil talk with my future housemate, planning a trip to get away from it all (again)...Should be fun!

So that was my day
I didn't do much but I'm quite tired (aren't I brimming with energy? blah).

Written by lainie at 08:19 PM on January 21, 2004.

I got the link to this video. from ladeezman..
The guy in the video looks like a very funny Orlando Bloom high on drugs and getting assy. Hell, I'd do him, really, I would. (and yes, he really does have too much spare time).

Conversations with Risha
(because she asked why she seldom appears in my journal -but complains when she does, annoying, vain bitch *huzzah!*):

Lainie: I'm a good daughter...
Risha: No you're not
Lainie: I feel like a good daughter
Risha: No, you're not.
Lainie: Funny...I think I'm a good daughter
Risha: No, Lainie, really, you're not.

[Because, you know, my friends are so supportive that way]

Lainie: I should be in an assy country band
Risha: I wonder where we can get whipped cream.
Lainie: I could play the guitar...Someone can play the tambourine, the triangle...something
Risha: I want whipped cream.
Lainie: I could sing "grass is green...my life sucks..where'd u been...something...something"
Risha: Ooooh whipped cream.
Lainie: Are we talking about the same thing here?

[This is why our friends hate it when we're talking. We don't make sense - which wouldn't be the case if Risha would talk about the same thing I was talking about. God only knows what was going through her mind then.]

This conversation is on the drive home, and I'm cursing some fat whale on a motorcycle when we end up taking separate roads.

Lainie: Arghhh! Stupid fat motorcyclist! I'm not done cursing you! Oi! Get back here!
Risha: My tit is itchy.
[tense moment as the only sound in the air is *scratch scratch*]
Lainie: I'm putting this in my journal.
Risha: Oi! No itchy tit in journal!
[*scratch scratch*]
Lainie: It's going in the journal.
[*scratch scratch*]
Risha: Don't you dare

Moral of the story: Don't dare Lainie. You'd think someone who's been my best friend for a third of my life would know that by now.

*waves hand - Hi Risha!*
Now I'm off to play with firecrackers. Bastards in the government made it illegal because of stupid people who don't know how to avoid blowing off their fingers when they play with em.
I'll bet given time they'd find other ways to lost their fingers.
If there's one thing I've learned by now, Malaysians can be extraordinarily creative in their stupidity.

Written by lainie at 10:14 AM on January 22, 2004.

People!!
Happy Chinese New Year!!!!!!!!!!

(yeah I'm just happy cause it's time to collect ang pows hehe)

Written by lainie at 08:21 PM on January 22, 2004.

I can't remember the last time I got more than five hours of sleep a night. Two weeks ago? A month? This is too unfair, I'm not even insomniac, it's just that people keep waking me up!
I'm an antisocial girl who's pathetically unsuccessful at avoiding people (really, I am antisocial..ahh pfft...why bother).

[Actually, most people who know me real life could testify to this....I'm horribly antisocial, I'm not nice or tactful and....and....I'm not sure how I have friends then...hahahah]

I'm probably too numb to even realise I'm sleepy by now.

That is not good. I need my presence of mind to plan my next sneak trip to a beach (people who know where I'm going...don't mention it here, for certain reasons -trust me? ).
I'll blog about it after the trip.

This morning I went to my granduncle's house for Chinese New Year.
Most of my relatives are nice although there are some snobs here and there...They don't like some of the girls who married into our family because they feel the guys married beneath their station in society?? (I mean, the guys are no great catch themselves, whoever they're trying to kid).

Politics in my family, ach I can't be bothered anymore (and if anyone I'm related to finds this site-which really isn't all too hard...Oh well. Pfft fuck it). Not like I'm lying anyway.

Hung out in Jusco today with some friends. The place was totally packed, and I accidentally semi-flashed my tits to some old guy in Coffeebean while I was proving to Daphne that I had tanned a lot over the years (tits and arms, totally different colours! I'm two-toned). Where the sun don't shine, the sun really didn't shine haha
That guy leering at me for ages after that *shudder*.

Speaking of which, Daph asked me if I was going to suntan topless on the beach...Umm..No? Hahaha

Some bitch cut in on Daph's line just as she was about to go to the ladies (ie: toilet! ). I didn't realise what happened till Daphne said "Oi! I was in line!" and she knocked on the door.
I went up and punched the door really hard....Haha...We scared the woman inside (of course, if a catfight were to actually break out, I'd have let Daph take care of it....Heheh..Hey! I don't have a black belt in taekwondo, so fair 'nuff right?).

I'm off now to Daph's place - they have fireworks! Woohoo! I love them so much
[Friends can probably also testify I'm a pyromaniac. Ah well. What fun is CNY without some fire?].

Meanwhile, let me introduce you to two songs:
John's Mistress - Boring Day
Disagree - Crumbs. <-mellow song.

*Insert hypnotic gaze here, imagine wiggly fingers in front of your eyes*

You will download these songs....
You will download these songs....
You will download these songs....
You will download these songs....
You will download these songs....

Well? What are you waiting for?
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Written by lainie at 12:11 AM on January 23, 2004.

Prita wrote me a testimonial on Friendster, here's an excerpt:

"lainie loooovvesssss 2 eat!when im with her im always eatinG!..and bOy can she shake her HEAD!.."

Forget the weird As$ typing, thanks a lot for making me sound like a pill-popping pig Prits. Yeah, thanks.

Anyway, I wrote one for her too (I write the assiest testimonials) She can thank me for it later by taking photos of me while I'm drunk and doing stuff I'm not supposed to as far as mommy dearest is concerned, or something..

I. Need. Sleep.
It's only midnight though...should I sleep? It's been ages since I've considered sleeping so early.
I had loads of fun just now with the fireworks, tell y'all about it tomorrow!

Now I'm finally gonna sleep before 4am!
The only reason I'm even considering this is because I tend to...hallucinate...if I've been continuously deprived on sleep..I see stuff that will generally keep people very much awake at night.

So yeah. Sleep is good.
Ciao....
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Written by lainie at 01:26 PM on January 23, 2004.

Ahh last night was good.

First, I drove up to the local mall, Jusco, and parked my car on the rooftop carpark (where it was deserted because I'm sooooo street-savvy that way).
Anyway, from there I had a lovely view of all the fancy (and very illegal) fireworks displays all over town. Gorgeous. It's like the Ipoh people went all out to impress, I saw some really big ones go off (most at around the same time too...I hardly knew where to look).

Because I was on the rooftop just standing around, I saw some kids shuffling away from me. Heh, have I ever mentioned that it's one of the places the young 'uns go to sneak a smoke? They must have thought I'm some vigilant cousin out to catch someone red-handed.

Please...If they had used their minds there are tons of other places in Jusco for them to hide and do that (and as if I have nothing better to do than tell on them). Actually, I've vandalised practically every part of Jusco they can hide in (which says a lot about my spare time I suppose...hmm).
Boredom does that.

After that drove over to Daphne's place. Ended up watching For Love or Money (what a waste of time that was) and some guys try to do the Melbourne shuffle, which was hilarious.

After that it got sorta mad (yes, this will be the part where we all start with the fireworks).
First we played with Magical Shots.
Basically, it's this tube you hold and shoot balls of fire up into the sky. Of course, this was not how we *actually* used them.
We were using it as ammo to fire at each other which was a laugh cause if we were actually in a war, we'd all be very, very dead by now (as opposed to only a lil bit dead. Don't I make tons of sense? Hmmm).
So yeah, we were shooting fireworks at each other. I'm not sure what that says about our IQ (mine's low anyway), but hell it was fun. I think Sasa mentioned that her polyester pants were melting or something (or was that from the bonfire? Memory problems ).

After we exhausted the supply of Magical Shots, we lit a bonfire (wood + newspaper + fire, yknow?).
We threw a lot of fireworks into the bonfire, and ran like hell because most of what we threw in was the type that explodes in many directions.
Meghan and Jaya (smarty pants that they are) threw a couple of rockets into the fire. Do you know what rocket fireworks do? Why do you think I'm calling them rockets?
Eventually we all started throwing them in (we ran for cover a lot that night). Those damned rockets hurtle too fast in random directions.

We've discovered something really fun about rockets.
You know those glass bottles you put the rockets in, so they're standing up when you light them up (uhh...so they shoot upwards?) right?
Well...we didn't have glass bottles. We used plastic. What the guys did was set the rockets on fire, then bottled it up and watched the fun.
It the closest thing I've ever seen to the death of an inanimate object. It melts, crumbles, explodes in a very colourful way...Hehe...Good way to recycle (not).

Then came the Chai Lei Wang. We managed to trap Daphne in the garage and chucked a lot of them in there while she dodged / hid. Hehehe...that was funny. We also threw a lot of them up on the roof, where they rolled down everywhere (yeah, running away a lot too).

Hmm what else did we do? We tried to screw each other up a few times by just...umm...dropping a lit firecracker silently near someone..then sneaking away fast.

And look mommy, all my limbs / fingers / hair is still here! What kind of idiot managed to blow up their hands I'll never know.

So yeap. See why I love fireworks?
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Written by lainie at 12:28 AM on January 24, 2004.

Well I'm bored and it's Friday soooo...Here we go!

1. ...song?
Baddest Ruffest by Backyard Dog ....super mad song.

2. ...food?
Ice. Is that a food? No? Cucumber then...

3. ...tv show?
Just Shoot Me

4. ...scent?
Coffee.....coffee....I love coffee....I'm sensitive to most perfumes. hmm..
I've actually fainted from smelling too much perfume.
I can get giddy on Shandy (1-frickin-% alcohol).
Swings give me motion sickness (unfortunataly a true story, and very unpleasant experience for me).

I'm like the easiest person in the world to kidnap.

5. ...quote?

"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew"

or

"Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes it feels real good."

both by Henry Rollins....

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That being said, of course it's not a very sad thing if the person you used to know turned out to be a backstabbing bitch no one likes anyway, especially if the ones she backstabbed would be you and all your close friends.

And to those who are going to nitpick over the accuracy of the words: Yes I did know she was a backstabbing bitch, I chose to remaine friends with her anyway (this is a result of being a trusting idiot from a small city).

Then again, I'm over that whole thing now *Ohhmmmmmm....ohhmmmmmm*
Aaaahhhh....
Peace.....peace is good...So much easier on the blood pressure...

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edit
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Found a much more suitable quote:

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone.... but they've always worked for me."
by Hunter S. Thompson

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Written by lainie at 03:37 PM on January 24, 2004.

I'm just a confused girl. I'm either going down to KL today, tomorrow, the day after, or the day after that.

I'm just going to stop trying to make sense of my schedule from now on. Most likely I'll be going down to KL tomorrow. U-huh. Guess why I have to go?

To clear my stuff out of my hostel, since I'm moving out. (My, it sounds so simple when I put it that way).

I have to break into my condo, since I've lost my keys months ago.
It'll be interesting because I have not paid my rent in three months, so if the management catches me and follow me into my room they will see me:

1: Pick the room lock
2: Pick the cupboard lock
3: Pick the drawer lock
4. Pick my other drawer's lock

That ought to give them a whole new perspective on me (I'm pretty sure I gave them a really good impression, till I decided to pretend the part of my life that concerns university studies didn't exist and "forgot" to show up at my hostel for ages). How avoidant am I? Very, obviously.

[I am going to pay my rent, I'd just rather do it after I've cleared out my room...]

I'm supposed to meet up with so many people in KL, in the span of two days, and get a lot of college things sorted out (registration, housing, documentations, search for lost identification card, banking stuff, sell old books) that I have no frickin idea how I'm gonna do all that (develop super powers overnight I guess).

What I do know is I'm not going to think about it till I'm in KL where I can freak out and ask myself why the hell didn't I plan this out earlier.

Have I mentioned I've actually been diagnosed as avoidant (one of many things I've been diagnosed of anyway....) before this? Like I need anyone to tell me that
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Written by lainie at 08:31 PM on January 27, 2004.

Whew - *wipes off pespiration*
I'm finally back from KL, and most of my life is well sorted out (about as much as it can possibly be anyway).

I stayed over at my 4th aunt's home last night, which was interesting. You know why it was interesting (because, it's as if, I'm so not gonna tell...oooh)?

Anyway, I showered there. The thing about the shower there is......there is this huge \window right next to the shower.
It's appalling! It stretches from above my head to a lil above my knees (I'm not talking about some one way glass, aight? This is a window with glass that goes transparent when it comes into contact with steam / water...lovely).

It was a choice between showering in the dark, freezing my ass off in cold water or hoping no one nearby was awake at that hour (midnight).

For those who don't know, I'm petrified of the dark, and I hate showering in cold water, so guess which one I chose huh? I hope my aunt's neighbours are all the early bird variety, otherwise I've flashed an indecent amount of ass (not that anyone should have been watching...lalalaaaaa).

Makes for an interesting shower, I'd give you that. It was over so fast I'm not sure I came out any cleaner than before.

Something pleasing came out of my trip to KL...I'm planning a trip to the beach some time soon (people who know where, shhhh for a few more days yeah?), and found out that Rubin, Sophie and Suzie are going too! So more company is always a good thing...

There's something I need to get off my chest to Malaysians who go to Bangsar.
People, get your asses over to Al (something) that Iranian restaurant across the road from Chinoz and Finnegan's! The food there is wonderful (quite similiar to Tarbush on Bukit Bintang road) - as usual with this variety of food, I went for the mixed grill (what I'd give to know how to cook like that - not going to happen in two million years), and the breads. Give it a shot, quality meal, that.
Quit hanging out in Starbucks and Coffeebean eating your sandwiches, pizza in Chinoz, salads and what not!! Getover to Al Shabeer (? I am so bad with names sometimes..).
My timing's bad isn't it? Seeing as to how the 'trendy' new food is the Hong Kong fast food meals.

Well I'm only back for half an hour or so before I head out to meet up Daph to discuss our trip, and a few other stuff (which I'm going to procrastinate on because I don't have the time or patience to do so).
Oooops mother getting grouchy on me (going out a lot is a bad influence on her patience) so I'm gonna say ciao now, and I'll pop on over to your blogs later on!

Ooooh everything's going so well I'm actually scared.

Written by lainie at 05:16 PM on January 28, 2004.

Ahh...Let's see what happened today (because...yknow...I have so many opinions about current world issues to the point where I fill up my journal with nada about them).

I was supposed to sneak off to KL with Daphne today (yeah, I know I just came back yesterday), but that plan got cancelled because my mother wants me around for her bloody grocery shopping again. Anyway, I've sorted out my travelling stuff, so it'll be all systems go on the 1st of February

[Reference for non-Malaysians: Hitz fm is probably the most popular radio channel in Malaysia, and the Prado Cruisers crew are the people from Hitz fm who drive around the country in their Prado Cruisers (hence the name) holding competitions and promotional events]

Met up with Risha, and we got our asses to the local Perak Medical College where the Hitz fm Prado Cruisers crew were.
Usually we don't really do all these Hitz.fm Prado Cruisers stuff (too lazy) but this time we went because Aloysius (one of the guys I used to go on roadtrips with, if you recall) is now one of the Prado Cruisers crew.
Actually, we just wanted to see Aloy in the shiny pants the Cruisers wear, but he hasn't got them yet (too bad.....).

Anyway, there they played a game I took part in (Risha wouldn't because God forbid her delicate pride and ego should be bruised in any way, I'd never hear the end of it).

Basically it consisted of posing like Superman / Batman / Supercow (squatting down and mooing). Can't really blame Rish for not taking part I suppose. I mean....I would have tried to preserve my dignity and reputation and all that crap.....It's just that...
Well...I looked around, and the only people I knew there are Risha and Aloy.
What dignity? I don't think I have a scrap of that left around my friends, so screw it. I'm gonna be living with Aloy in February anyway, he might as well get (even more?) used to me now....

So yeah, I was pretending to be Superman, Batman, and squatting around mooing. I must have looked charming with my ratty hair, strange ass poses, oh and let's not forget the cow imitations. Talk about deja vu.

I won a Sasi The Don cassette (I came in tenth. I'm pathetic at these games).
Have only heard the A side, but so far so good. Very reggae-ish, groovy / funky (am obviously out of touch with cool slang words, I say shibby for fuck's sake) sorta music. There's a remix of Blondie's The Tide is High...Not really to my taste, but I suppose you could give it a shot, it's not bad. I like the 1st song, From Above, most.
Pretty cool album. Check out the link and give it a go! Sasi The Don.

After that, went for lunch and blackmailed a friend I'm close to. Basically if said friend of mine, who recently broke up with her abusive boyfriend, ever gets back together with him I will call both her mother and her father, and tell them everything (I have their phone numbers, an insane amount of self-righteous indignity /guts /nosy parker attitude / pissed-off factor).
Yes I will rat on my friend. Yes I will get her into trouble.

[You hear that girl? You know very well I'm capable of doing that, and you know I fucking will so if you do anything like that you'd better hope I never ever fucking find out. You don't worry about him punching / slapping you, Risha and I will beat you up so badly you'll never have to worry about him again (hypocrite, me). But yeah, asides from that we're with you alllll the way!]

What next....Ahh yes! Went to the mall, saw some ex-schoolmates out with my future roomie, Gwen.

Lainie: I'm thinking of cutting off my hair
Gwen: Yeah, it's too long, out of shape.
Lainie: Umm...I mean, I'm thinking of cutting it all off.

[At this point Gwen gives me a look which I suppose is meant to be translated either as "Are you insane??" or "Have you been too bored again lately??". Never mind what kind of looks I got from the other girls]

So yeah. Anyway, Gwen has banned me from shaving my head. I guess the idea of looking at my bald head for the next few months is too much for her to take. Might as well, I suppose. Could have been interesting though.

So that's basically all I did today.
Bummed around, looked like an idiot, planned my sneak trip away, blackmailed, and made some people think I'm mad. Really nothing that different from my usual days I suppose.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a huge backlog of emails to reply before I receive any death-induced-by-too-much-pain threats.
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Written by lainie at 07:12 PM on January 29, 2004.

I've got my hair cut! No, I didn't shave myself bald....It's short though...extremely short, and held up by tons of gel (the perfume from it is giving me a headache - I'm allergic to it).

Now my new superpower is the ability is to lala-fy (ie: chinky-fy) a room just by opening the door.

Throughout the haircut, I couldn't stop gigling because I could see where it was going - I looked like Einstein after sticking his finger into an electrical plug and zapping himself.

The stylist was just raising her eyebrows at me everytime I giggled - She didn't say anything, wanna know why?
We don't speak the same language (which partially explains the haircut I got).

All she could understand from me was:

1) very short
2) I don't want a boy
[which I hope she translated as "I don't want a guy's haircut" and not "Dyke up my hair" which would mean I'd end up with a boy's crew cut anyway]

3) NO yellow colouring (I do not want to go blond)

Wow...It's like everywhere I walk becomes China....Or Japan...I should start wearing neon-coloured clothes. This is fun...

Reaction from mom:

Mother does double take.
Mother squints / glares at my hair.
Mother sighs, says "I don't know why your head always looks so big" and walks away (like gee, thanks mom, maybe it's all the poofy hair).

Meanwhile, I have a great excuse to harass people, make V signs with my fingers and pretend to be a Japanese tourist.

[I'm never worried about my hair because it grows freakily fast - It'll be almost shoulder length again in round two weeks time, Go me!]

Later I'd be off to visit Risha, who's extremely homophobic (and equates short hair with lesbians because she's just such a deep soul that way). Might as well let her have a good laugh

Oh my goodness...My mom just walked by, stared at me and walked off laughing. How very unsupportive. Grade F in motherhood for her, yeesh.

I like it.....Maybe it's the fumes from the perfumed gel or something, but I like my super chinky-chinky hair
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Written by lainie at 11:51 PM on January 30, 2004.

Well, isn't this lovely?
I have a beach trip planned, but no idea when it is.
In two hours (not likely....I suppose...)?
Tomorrow?
The day after?

X_X I should learn to keep track of what's happening.

The day has been good for me

Met up with a friend I've known many years, Kesh. You should have seen the look she gave me when she saw my hair (see entry before this). It wasn't shock.
It was a "Oh Lainie, you haven't changed" look.

Nice to know she just sorta takes everything I do in stride. I don't think I can shock her much anymore.
I could probably wave my bare ass in her face and not shock her. Annoy / gross her out, maybe, but I think a year as my housemate during college has rendered her immune to whatever I can come up with, basically because she has a slight "Ah well - It's Lainie" mindframe going on.

Dammit, used to be fun, before she got used to me...
Same could be said about Rano (oh Rano you were so fun to scare)
and Shu (I think I can still scare you Shu )
and....umm...everyone else who stayed with me, come to think about it.

A difference between Rish and Kesh was pointed out somewhere in the conversation.

Put Kesh in Australia for 2 years and her most exciting story is "I liked a guy but he didn't like me back"
Put Rish in India for a week and she'll come back with stories about what she did with some Bollywood star (a story I've heard 9 times and am actually not very keen on ever hearing again).
Put Lainie....well...wherever...and...I have chinky hair. I'm exempted!

Also went shopping, where we bought some sunglasses...Risha has finally been introduced to the wonders of sunnies that cost RM30 or less.
You spoilt brat, if you hadn't been shopping for your Guccis and what-not branded stuff, you would have realised this earlier.

Anyway, guess what my plans for Valentine's are? A birthday party.
Yeap. My friend is born on Valentine's Day. Convenient, in so many indescribable ways.

So yes, met up with a friend, went shopping for my beach trip...and tomorrow might be my last day online for a whole *gasp* week!

Meanwhile, I don't know if you remember her from my past entries:

One of my closest friends, Rachel has set up her own Tabulas site. (this is a frickin miracle for me, I'm the only one who uses the net much among my friends)
Those who are gonna visit her, please be forewarned: Not only do I consider Rachel mad, anyone who knows the both of us will agree that she's wayyyy crazier than I am.
Actually, I think I'm normal, but most of you seem to think I'm a bit nutty so I figured a warning when it comes to Rach is in order..

Some reminders of who Rach is, in the form of 2 quotes from past entries:

"Just came back from a really fun roadtrip, we spent the journey home taking photographs and videos. Rach is now the owner of a blackmail video of us faking self-molestation" - 4th Jan '04

"Daph and Rach got engaged to each other, and in the Britney moment (Daph proposed on bended knee), want to get registered at the city council and get their marriage annulled after three days" 6th Jan '04

Yeap. That Rachel. She's new to blogging, and I don't know what she'll write about. I did, however, warn you, regardless of what her entries consist of, she is crazy.
If you are a beautiful man, and you've posted a photo of yourself online, and she decides to stalk you, I did warn you.

What else? Hmm...Oh yeah, welcome to tabulas, Rach babes

Written by lainie at 11:28 AM on January 31, 2004.

Will be on holiday for a week, going to the beach with Daphne!

You guys have fun, don't get into trouble (how's that for a dose of hypocrisy?) while I'm off!

See y'all in a week

Leaving in less than an hour, and haven't even packed. Pfah.